Chapter 16
Night is not the peak sales period for music stores.
The clerk was sitting behind the counter playing with his phone. There was still half an hour left before closing time.
The automatic sensor glass door opens and the "Welcome" prompt sound sounds.
The clerk looked up and saw a boy in school uniform.
He had a striking appearance, but there was a hint of loss between his eyebrows.
The clerk came forward and greeted him attentively.
"Excuse me, do you want to look at the instruments, or take lessons to practice?"
Xia Zhiheng glanced around the store and went straight to the guitar section.
There were dozens of guitars hanging on the wall, with subtle differences in color and style.
He had never been exposed to these things before. After thinking for a second, he decisively took out his mobile phone from his pocket.
"What kind of guitar is this?"
The clerk leaned over to take a look and said in surprise: "Wow, Xu Chong also plays this kind of classical guitar. I thought he only played rock music."
He took down a guitar and introduced it, "This is it. This one has a cedar top and rosewood back and sides. Do you want to try it?"
Xia Zhiheng took the guitar and his fingertips brushed across the six strings, producing a very soft sound.
Yes, that’s the tone.
"This is what I want." He raised his eyes and asked, "Do you have any matching courses?"
In the following days, Xia Zhiheng wasted his time on math problems and guitar.
He did not contact Zhang Jusong, and naturally, Zhang Jusong did not send him any message.
The first thing I do when I wake up every day is check my phone.
No text messages.
I clicked on the circle of friends to see, but still nothing.
This person always has the ability to make himself live as if he is not in this world.
Xia Zhiheng pursed his lips, threw his phone on the bed, and picked up the guitar.
He learned quickly and could already play the melody of "Farewell".
The strings of the guitar were plucked, and suddenly the phone rang.
Xia Zhiheng raised his head suddenly——
Bring your phone over immediately.
"Hello."
"Xia Zhiheng, do you want to come out and sing?"
You can tell it's Yuan Ming as soon as you hear this unserious voice.
Xia Zhiheng's originally tense shoulders immediately relaxed.
He said unhappily, "No."
"Hey, Master Xia." Yuan Ming, "The military training is about to start. Before we leave, let's get together. It will be troublesome if we meet again later."
"Forget about others, but you go to B University, so how can you not see them right next door?"
"Then aren't you bored staying at home all the time?"
Xia Zhiheng glanced at the math workbook on the desk.
"It's okay, just doing some questions or something."
“…”
The other party was silent for two seconds, then yelled, "I say, stop it. You're still doing homework during the summer vacation before going to college. Can you do a little more, brother?"
Xia Zhiheng kept his hands away from his ears.
Yuan Ming was heartbroken: "This is a great time, we have to talk about love and dance or something. Oh, right..."
His voice suddenly became a little bit mean.
"Where's your senior? Bring her along. I'm a professional when it comes to creating an atmosphere."
"I'll hang up if you don't have anything else to say."
"Don't," Yuan Ming said, "Hey, did your senior reject you? That shouldn't be the case."
"No!" Xia Zhiheng said coldly, "Don't guess!"
Yuan Ming laughed: "From your tone, I know there is a problem. Come over and sit down. We, the dog-headed military advisors, can at least give you some advice."
"trouble."
Although he said it was troublesome, Xia Zhiheng still put down the guitar and walked out.
It is midsummer and the scorching sun on a sunny day can almost melt people.
In comparison, the KTV with plenty of air conditioning seems like it is in another season.
There weren't many people in the afternoon session. Many of those who came to sing at this time were students or retirees. When I passed by a private room, I even heard the song "The Moon Represents My Heart". It should be an auntie singing. Regardless of her pitch, she was singing happily.
With the background music of "You ask me how much I love you", Xia Zhiheng pushed open the heavy soundproof glass door.
Yuan Ming was on the small round stage, holding a microphone and singing.
Seeing Xia Zhiheng coming over, he put down his microphone and stepped forward: "It's really a long-awaited appearance."
The five or six people in this box are all classmates. They met during training. They are all very familiar with each other and speak casually.
A boy said, "We must have a drink then."
Yuan Ming picked up a can of iced Sprite, stuffed it into Xia Zhiheng's hand, turned around and said with a smile:
"Okay, you know he doesn't drink. I finally got him here, and if he runs away later, I'll make trouble for you."
Sad love songs were playing on the speakers, and the lights in the box were still not very bright even though they were turned on to bright mode.
Xia Zhiheng held the cold Sprite in his hand, snuggled down on the black leather sofa, and chatted with Yuan Ming.
"...Later, she suddenly ignored me."
He lowered his eyelids, the shadow of his eyelashes covering his eyes, and he looked dejected.
If humans had ears like dogs, then Xia Zhiheng's ears would definitely be drooping at this moment.
Yuan Ming pushed him: "So you didn't send her a message either?"
"Yeah." Xia Zhiheng paused for a moment and added, "After all, I am angry."
He tilted his head back and took a sip of Sprite.
"But why did she really ignore me? Yes, I accidentally dropped her into the water, it was my fault, but you don't have to be so angry."
Yuan Ming raised his eyebrows, took out his cell phone and opened the photo album.
"So that's why. Hahaha. Now that I think about it, that scene was really funny."
Xia Zhiheng snatched the phone away: "You also took pictures?"
"I am the master of snapshots." Yuan Ming said proudly, "You should thank me very much. This is the first new photo of you two after you grew up, right? How vivid and memorable it is."
"boring."
"You're so bored that you send it to yourself?"
Yuan Ming patted Xia Zhiheng on the shoulder: "Hey, is it possible that she feels embarrassed and is afraid to see you?"
The girl in the photo looked like she was about to cry.
Xia Zhiheng's fingertips gently stroked her cheek, with uncontrollable heartache in his eyes.
What Yuan Ming said is indeed possible. Zhang Jusong is a bit like a shy plant now. She must be very sad to have embarrassed herself in front of everyone.
Thinking of this, Xia Zhiheng felt a little regretful.
"Okay, if you can't let her go, go find her. You've already chased her all the way to University A, are you still afraid that you don't have a chance? Go contact her right away."
Yuan Ming gave him some advice: "Military training won't start soon, so ask her if she has any experience to share. With such a legitimate reason, there's no way she wouldn't reply to you!"
Xia Zhiheng frowned, and after a while, he suddenly shook his head.
"No, after all, I'm still a little angry."
The music changed to a cheerful song. Yuan Ming held Xia Zhiheng's shoulder and stood up to get the microphone.
"Okay, you can just keep talking tough. Whoever pays attention first is a puppy."
After the party, Xia Zhiheng first found a photo studio and printed out the photos.
On the way home, I happened to meet my neighbor's family.
The little girl greeted him lively: "Good evening, big brother."
Xia Zhiheng smiled and said hello.
Zhang Jusong used to be lively like this. This thought flashed through his mind.
When I opened the door, all I heard was silence.
After putting the photos into the album, Xia Zhiheng returned to the living room, picked up the guitar again, and plucked the strings aimlessly.
I can't calm down.
He then went to do another chapter of advanced mathematics problems, but he still felt uneasy.
Finally I picked up my phone and the contact at the top was Zhang Jusong.
Unable to hold back, he was the first to send the message.
"Sister, I am going to participate in the military training of University A. Do you have any experience to share?"
Xia Zhiheng stared at the screen intently, and a prompt flashed by: "The other party is typing."
She must have seen it!
Xia Zhiheng held the phone and waited patiently.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes...
Five minutes passed and no response was received.
The corners of his mouth drooped again. He put his phone upside down on the table and went to play the guitar in annoyance.
Totally out of tune.
I don’t know how long it took, but the phone notification tone finally rang.
Almost at the moment the sound rang out, Xia Zhiheng stood up, and his guitar accidentally hit the chair, causing the strings to vibrate.
After realizing that he had stood up, he sat down again, hugged the guitar in his arms, and played "Farewell" again.
At least you have to wait until a song is over before watching it.
As Xia Zhiheng thought this in his heart, he plucked the strings faster and faster. By the time he reached the section "I ask you when you will come back, don't hesitate when you come", the beat was even fast enough to be considered cheerful.
After playing "Farewell" out of tune, Xia Zhiheng looked at his phone.
Zhang Jusong: "What's your email address?"
What do you want an email address for? Xia Zhiheng was a little surprised, but he still obediently sent his email address.
Zhang Jusong replied, "Received."
Then there was another message: "I wrote it all in the email, take a look."
After a few dozen seconds, a new email was received in the mailbox.
"Zhiheng, hello!"
"Regarding the military training, since it has been two years, I may have forgotten some details. Here are some of the things I still remember."
In the second half of the letter, some processes and precautions are listed in a clear and orderly manner.
It includes precautions for target practice, reminders to apply sunscreen frequently, when to eat and remember to bring snacks, and also includes some snack recommendations.
The letter ended like this: "I wish you all the best in your military training."
"Best regards, Xia Qi."
The signature is Zhang Jusong.
Xia Zhiheng's gaze stopped on the four words "Best wishes to you, Xia Qi".
He had learned this knowledge point when preparing for the Chinese language self-recruitment exam. "Best wishes to you, Xia" was a common ending for letters in the old days.
In vernacular, it means "I wish you a happy summer."
It’s a very simple blessing, and also very polite.
But when Xia Zhiheng looked at these four words, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.
Best wishes to Xia Qi, he is that "Xia".
After reading the letter from beginning to end, from top to bottom, over and over again seven times, Xia Zhiheng opened the door, rushed downstairs, and started running at night.
The summer evening breeze blew through his hair.
The young man under the starlight had a smile on his face.
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